Blogging @Totally_Bound. What Happens in Langkawi Doesn’t Stay in Langkawi! @donnag63

My debut post on the Totally Bound Publishing blog is live. I talk about a little incident that happened to my husband when we were on holiday in Langkawi, Malaysia.

Here’s a snippet to pique your curiosity and yes it does involve a monkey!

“So, embarrassed and having lost his battle, hubby withdraws quickly into the room and slams the door shut. Now I must admit there is a video but I’m not showing you. It’s bad enough that hubby knows this incident will more than likely make it into one of my books.”


Author Interview: Lauren N Sharman is ‘On the Bench’ @Lauren_Sharman

A few years ago I stumbled upon No Worries, the first book in the McCassey Brothers series.  I think it was probably the title that caught my eye, it’s such a common Aussie saying. Naturally, because I love a series, I had to read them all followed by the four McCassey Cousins books. I quickly fell in love with these bad boy heroes. These books have everything I like in a story including a touch of sport ;) They are contemporary, romantic suspense stories starring blue collar workers dealing with real life problems – no billionaires in sight. Some touch on dark and gritty subjects but above all they are wonderful love stories, the hero willing to risk it all for his woman. The women in this series are just as willing to sacrifice all to protect the family. I remember I sent Lauren a fan letter saying how much I enjoyed reading her books, which she tells me she still has. So I’m very excited to welcome Lauren to sit On the Bench, for an author interview and to showcase her wonderful McCasseys.

Lauren has generously offered to give away a PDF copy of No Worries and Reckless Bounty. Leave a comment below for a chance to win.



Inspired to write by her overactive imagination, Lauren Sharman was voted BEST ROMANCE AUTHOR in the 2006 Preditor’s and Editor’s Readers Poll. Her favorite part of writing romantic suspense is creating characters; giving them pasts and stories and reasons for doing what they do. She’s especially proud of the tough, hardworking, wildly protective ‘good men in bad boy clothing’ who make up the heroes in her award-winning books.



Lauren Sharman is On the Bench 

Author Interview Questions.


What was the first book you had published? The first book I had published was a mainstream fiction back in 2006 called, Growing Up Little.  The story takes place in Baltimore, Maryland, and is told by 16-year-old Nikki.  She was abandoned by her abusive parents, and ‘raised’ by her older brother, Jake.  He took care of her and taught her what he knew, which sometimes wasn’t what someone her age should’ve been learning.  It’s out of print now, but there are still copies floating around out there.


What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract? When I saw the email with a contract offer from Whiskey Creek Press, I had to reread it to make sure I’d read it right! My husband actually saw it first, and showed it to me.  I was in the middle of a critique group meeting at my house, so I was lucky enough to share the good news in person with my critique partners.  I was so happy I literally jumped up and down!


Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why? I’m going to cheat and say there are two books. The first one is Growing Up Little.  Not only because it’s the first book I ever wrote, but because a lot of the, um, ‘adventures’ Jake and Nikki have and the trouble they get into are loosely based on things that actually happened. The other book is No Worries (The McCassey Brothers: Book 1)…the story that introduced the world to Rebel McCassey and his wild, badass brothers and cousins.  There are 8 books in the series that I spent almost 8 years writing.  I thought and talked about the characters every day for so long they still feel real to me.  But every author feels that way about their characters, don’t they??!?


Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood? I’m actually a very disciplined writer. I prefer to write in peace and quiet, so on my off days when I’m home alone, I make myself coffee, get comfortable in my favorite writing spot, and settle in to work.  No music, no TV, nothing.  If my family’s home and I want to write, I go in another room and close the door.  But…I’ve also been known to sit in the living room while they’re here and wear ear plugs.  Believe it or not, my favorite time to write is late at night.  For some reason, that’s my most creative part of the day! I don’t really have a ritual to get myself in the mood to write.  Most of the time, the mood just strikes me.  Music has always been very inspiring for me, and sometimes I’ll hear a song that makes me think of something in the story I’m working on and my muse takes off running.


What was the last book you read? The last book I read was Renegade Reject by Emily Minton and Dawn Martens. I love a hot alpha male…


What are you working on now? I just finished Bad Intentions, the romantic suspense sequel to Reckless Bounty.  The tentative release date for the book is November 2014. I’ve already started something new.  The title of the book is Storm Rider…and that’s about all I can share right now J


What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own? Funny you should ask… With the exception of my first book, I’ve always written romantic suspense.  There’s just something about a good punch-throwing, bullet-flying, boy-rescues-girl scene that makes the writer in me proud to be who I am.  That being said, I love history and the thought of things being haunted, so if I was going to try something a little different, it would still be romantic suspense…with a little paranormal thrown in.


When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed? My critique partners and I have a ‘brutal honestly’ policy. If my story has issues, I want to know about it.  After all, if they don’t like something in the book, chances are, my readers won’t, either.  I like when they’re hard on me.  On the flipside, I’ve gone toe to toe with editors a time or two, fighting for something in my story they’ve wanted to change.  If I was passionate enough about the idea to put it in the book, there’s a reason it’s there, and I want it to stay.  I’m always open to suggestions, though, and I’ve worked with some great editors over the years.


What is one thing in your books you’d like to try? Wow, this is a tough one. I actually tried a little something new in Bad Intentions (which I can’t give away…sorry!), but it’s a nice little twist readers won’t be expecting.  Even my critique partners were like, whoa!



Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!


A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory. I’m a huge NFL football fan. Clay Matthews is my favorite player.  imagesIf you haven’t heard of him or seen his picture, do a Google search.  He is most definitely book-hero material!  I’m also a big baseball fan.  Baltimore Orioles all the way!!  My daughter plays fastpitch softball, which I actually incorporated into a few of the McCassey books. *D – Oh! I see ;)


Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician? Oh boy. I’m going to totally cheat here and say there’s this pretty cool Aussie author, Donna Gallagher… *D :)


Your view on Vegemite? I’ve never had it. It sounds interesting, though. *D I will have to hook you up with some…what about Tim Tams? Have you had them?


Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque? Backyard BBQ. Throw in a bonfire and cool, crisp, fall air, and I’ve got myself the perfect night.


Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool? Adventure…I’m not really a lounging in the sun, hang out by the pool kind of girl.


Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit? Oh, this one’s easy! My best friend moved to Melbourne a couple years ago.  I have an open invitation to come visit, and would love to go see her someday.



Witnessing her mother’s murder put a label on Gypsy Lance that few people overlooked. Raised in foster homes, she spent her childhood yearning for love and acceptance.  Nearly penniless, she arrives in Hagerstown, Maryland looking to put down roots and outrun a past she fears is about to catch up to her…

Blue collar bad boy Rebel McCassey knows what it’s like to try and escape your past. No longer the hellion he once was, he’s never been able to shake his family’s bad reputation.  When he finds Gypsy lost in the woods, her unconditional trust and refusal to judge him by his infamous last name touch Rebel in a place he didn’t know existed…his heart.

When the demons chasing Gypsy are caught lurking in the shadows, Rebel vows to keep her safe; even if it means slipping back into his old ways…





“Oh, Rebel, I’m sorry.”

Rebel sat down on his bed and lit a cigarette. “Don’t be. We all knew his abuse was going to kill her. It just wound up happening sooner than later.” He pointed to his father. “He got himself shot trying to cheat his partner out of money they made selling moonshine.”

Rebel paused and gave his head a slight shake. “My father was a brutal man. He beat me and my brothers senseless when we were kids for doing nothing more than looking at him the wrong way. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, but I never once hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.” He gestured toward the picture again. “I look at that every day and promise myself I’ll never turn out like either one of them.”

Gypsy suddenly understood why Rebel had gotten so upset when she told him the story of her father threatening to kill her. His compassion made him that much more attractive, and before she could think about what she was doing, she stood in front of him, bent down, and kissed his lips.

* * * *

Giving him a kiss was the last thing Rebel expected her to do when she heard that story. He thought maybe she’d cry, or be so scared she didn’t want anything to do with him and his family. But he definitely hadn’t expected to be kissed.

He had a hard time controlling himself when he felt the touch of her soft, wet lips on his. Still holding a cigarette low between his index and middle fingers, Rebel put his arm around the back of her neck and drew her closer. Opening his mouth, he deepened their kiss as Gypsy wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his. She returned the kiss with more passion than Rebel was ready to handle, and he found himself needing to pull away before things went too far.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

He cleared his throat and took a long drag on his Marlboro. “No, Gypsy, darlin’, you did everything right. That’s why I stopped.”

When she turned her back to him, he was afraid he’d made her self conscious. Rebel stood up and turned her around, pulling her over to the bed. They both sat down. “There’s nothing wrong with what you did, Gypsy. And I like you. I like you way too much for only knowing you a couple of days. You make me feel things I’ve never felt for a woman. Protective, mostly. I feel like I want to lock you away up here so nothing bad ever happens to you. That’s why I said ‘no worries’ to you this morning. My family members say that to each other when we want someone to know they’re being watched out for…”


Reckless Bounty...FrontRECKLESS BOUNTY

For thirteen years, bounty hunter Kage Garmin has made it a point to avoid female fugitives. He wasn’t going after this one, either; but couldn’t resist taking a look at the girl worth a million dollars.

She smiled at him, and he fell in love…

Kage knew from then on, she would be his.

He also knew who was after her and why. In order to save her, he has to convince her to go the one place she’s trying to avoid.

Hiding in plain sight served Journey well…until a handsome bounty hunter shows up with a ‘feeling’ she’s in danger. As someone who doesn’t trust easily, she’s surprised to find herself believing in him.

Finally convinced she deserves freedom and happiness, she’s anxious to confront those who stole it from her.

In a dangerous race across the country, Kage is determined to protect Journey as he fights to stay one step ahead of the enemy.




Her nametag read Journey. Kage knew he had the right girl, because the single name matched the description he’d been given. Since he hadn’t been able to figure out if that was her first or last name, he’d been calling her Ma’am, even though she couldn’t be much older than twenty. Short but athletically built; he bet she could put up a good fight if she had to…which she might, in the very near future.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” her voice interrupted, “how about a fresh plate of fries?”

She was talking to him, and he was staring at her like he didn’t understand English.

His face felt hot.

Because he didn’t trust himself not to say something stupid, Kage picked up a cold fry and took a bite. When he was relatively certain he wasn’t going to embarrass himself, he grinned and spoke slowly enough to have time to think about every word. “No thank you, Ma’am. These will do just fine.”

To his surprise, Journey put her hands on her hips and shifted them to one side; her head tilted the opposite way. She raised her brows and gave a hint of a smile. “Look, Mr….”

“Kage,” he drawled slowly, surprised he could speak clearly with her staring at him. Trying to talk to a pretty girl usually made his spit dry up and his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth…another reason he avoided them. Why torture himself?

“Okay. Look, Mr. Kage—”

He shook his head, admiring the swag in her attitude. “Not Mr.,” he interrupted, “just Kage.”

She was fighting a losing battle to look angry, and finally gave into the smile. “You’ve practically been living in here all week. You’re in and out all day; always sit in the same booth, and order meals you don’t eat. Didn’t your momma ever teach you not to waste food? That stuff could’ve gone to people who need a hot meal.”

Kage fought his own smile, but couldn’t stop it. Memories of the lessons his mother had tried in vain to teach him and his brother made him laugh. They’d been restless, rebellious, and disobedient a good bit of the time, but Kage could honestly say neither one of them had ever wasted a morsel of food. Growing up, Kage and Diesel Garmin had eaten anything that didn’t eat them first.

Kage looked at the girl, thinking it was odd she was more concerned about the food he was wasting, than the fact that he’d been loitering in her diner for almost a week; clearly stalking her. Her morals didn’t match any of the trust fund princesses he’d ever met, which he found odd. Still, her glare made him feel guilty.

“There’s no law against it,” she said before he could reply; her tone accusatory. “Being in here, I mean. But our food isn’t that good. The scenery is boring, and we don’t have free wireless Internet. What are you doing here?” she asked point blank.

Kage gave her a full grin. “You’re wrong, there, sweetheart.” Slowly, his stare trailed up and down her body. “The scenery is anything but boring.”

She rolled her eyes. “Save your lines for the whores at the truck stop, cowboy.” She shook her head. “I’m not interested.”

The sarcasm took him off guard, but there was humor in it. When she started to turn away, he reached for her before he could stop himself. “I’m watching out for you,” he blurted out. “I think you might be in a little trouble…”

To learn more about Lauren, you’re invited to visit her website,, her author page on Facebook under the name Lauren Sharman: romantic suspense author, or check out her Goodreads page. Follow Lauren on Twitter @Lauren_Sharman

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The McCassey Brothers Series: No Worries   The Devil’s Candy   Dusty Rose   The Long Road Home 


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The McCassey Cousins Series: When Night Falls   Betrayed   Starr Dust   Right of Passage


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Cover Reveal – An Opportunity Seized by Donna Gallagher @donnag63


I have spread my genre wings and taken a short break from my League of Love, sports romance series. Here is the gorgeous cover for An Opportunity Seized. The first book in the Haven Security series, a romantic suspense/thriller set in the UK and Australia.



Two unforeseen moments in time— One brings them together, the other is a danger so real it could tear them apart.

Antoinette ‘Toni’ Grimaldi prefers to keep out of the spotlight, blend in with the crowd and experience life the same as the bulk of the population. Being a mining magnate’s daughter is a difficult persona for her to uphold. She just doesn’t fit in with high society standards, always managing to say something inappropriate or trip over her own feet at the worst possible moment. Resulting in that look of disappointment and embarrassment her parents inevitably wear whenever she’s around.

Meeting a handsome stranger who comes to her rescue and asks her out on a date is so much more than Toni could have ever hoped for on her dream holiday—one she is surprised her parents have even permitted her to take alone. Her fairy-tale moment is short lived, though, when Toni discovers the stranger has been hired by her family to follow her every move—under the guise of keeping her safe.

Jason finds he is drawn to Antoinette—she is nothing like the socialite he was expecting to shadow around London’s nightclubs at all. After an awkward first meeting he convinces Toni that there is more to his interest in her than just as her bodyguard. To his surprise his attraction for the soft spoken, thoughtful woman grows, despite his usual reluctance to commit to any kind of relationship.

A disaster at one of the family owned mines and a string of death threats forces Toni to return home, and her need for a bodyguard becomes a life and death reality.



Pre-order: 14th November 2014

Early download: 28th November 2014

General release: 26th December 2014



Totally Bound Author Erik Clarke is On the Bench

I love when I get the chance to showcase new authors on my blog. This week I’m even more excited to introduce a talented young author published by Totally Bound.
Please welcome…Erik Clarke as he sits ‘On the Bench’ and previews his latest ‘Super Novel’ length book Wonder from the Spellbound series. To be honest, I am a little jealous that Erik has found the time to write three super novel length books. Shouldn’t you be studying or something, Erik? ;)


Erik Clarke is still trying to figure out how to balance work, school, writing, and the ever-elusive “social life”. He’s also still trying to figure out when the outlandish plots and crazy characters he’d scribbled into the margins of his notebooks for years somehow coalesced into an actual novel.

Born in Ohio and now struggling through the constant love/hate relationship that is living in the beautiful but sweltering Arizona landscape, Erik is thankful every day for the incredible, supportive family and friends that surround him—and for the sheer joy that writing two characters to their happily ever after can bring.


Author Interview Questions.


What was the first book you had published?

The first book I ever had published was actually Night, the first book in my current series, Spellbound. I’d written lots of things before that, more stories than I can count that never got further than a few pages or (on the lucky ones) a few chapters, but Night was the first plot that I finally managed to buckle down on enough to get it completed, and luckily it got picked up!

What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?

I was shocked, honestly. To have a publishing company like the first book that I’d gotten finished was such a dream come true. It was so crazy to me to have achieved this dream of mine that I’d always just kind of had sitting in the back of my mind, that I’d figured I wouldn’t get to until I was a lot older. It was very surreal.

Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?

The second book in the Spellbound series, Monster, is very special to me. As much as I love my first book, I learned so much in the editing process of that one, and having to read over it so many times really shaped the way that I wrote the second book. Every interaction between Syler and Max in that book is just full of frustration and attraction and emotion, and I just feel like it’s some of the most honest content I’ve ever written. So much of the book is them sparring, and it was so fun to write because it felt very real to me, very human and grounded even though it’s set in this big, supernatural world full of magic.

Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?

I try to be diligent about getting writing done when I have the chance, because with school and my job the times that I actually have to write can end up being kind of few and far between, so I really have to take advantage of them. But the amount that gets done at each of those times definitely changes depending on the mood I’m in. Some days, it’s just a few hundred words, and then at other times when the muse really hits me I’ve written over 10,000 words in one sitting. It’s very hit or miss, which can get stressful when a deadline’s approaching.

What was the last book you read?

I actually just went back and read one of my favorite books, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I had to read it when I was in high school and I fell in love. Distopian books have always fascinated me, and Brave New World is by far my favorite, just by virtue of its dark humor and sarcasm.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on something very different from what I’ve written in the past. It’s sci-fi, rather than the paranormal that I’ve always written before, and it definitely is a darker kind of book than my other ones. It pushes into subjects and desires that don’t pop up in the Spellbound books, and there is a much more pronounced focus on the mental aspects. I’m not sure yet if it’s the start of a new series or a standalone, but it will give people a taste of a different side of my writing, I can say that much.

What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?

Honestly, the sci-fi one that I’m working on right now was a genre that I was very excited to go into. I grew up on Star Trek and Star Wars and games like Halo and Dead Space, so sci-fi has always been very near and dear to my heart. Putting my spin on that (with a gay erotica twist) has been lots of fun so far. I also want to try my hand at something contemporary soon, just to see if I can write something that doesn’t have to have magic or spaceships for a backdrop.

When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?

I always figured that I was going to be very teary and disillusioned when I got my edits, and on my first book at least, when I saw the sheer amount of things to fix, I definitely felt that way for a little bit. But I’ve found now that I actually get very feisty once I start to read them, which I hadn’t necessarily expected from myself. I can get real defensive real quick, I’ve found out. But that fire helps me get through them quickly and they’re always very helpful, so it all works out.

What is one thing in your books you’d like to try?

I never intended to write in the first person perspective. Literally everything I’d written before Night had been third person, and then by some turn of events that book just came out in first person to my surprise as much as anyone else’s. It just felt natural, and that set a precedent for the rest of the series. Now I’m so used to first person that third person feels strange, so I’m trying with this new story to get back into the feel of that perspective again.






Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!




A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.

I love watching basketball, which is funny, because I never really played it except occasionally in P.E. class (I don’t really have the height for it…), but it’s just such nonstop motion that it’s easy to stay engaged. I also like watching baseball a lot as well, although it’s been a few seasons since I actually did.

Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?

I love the musician Sia. Her music has just gotten popular here in the U.S. in the last couple years, although I know she’s written a lot of other performer’s hits before that without anyone really knowing it, but I think she’s amazing. Her latest album is one that I can just leave on repeat and listen to from start to finish without having to skip anything, which is so rare for me.

Your view on Vegemite?

Never tried it, but if my YouTube obsession has taught me anything, it’s that I probably wouldn’t be a fan… Although I’m definitely willing to give it a try! Even if just once…

Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?

Barbeque, all the way. I like getting dressed up and all, but formal dinners make me even more uncomfortable than social events normally make me, and that’s saying something. Just hanging out with family or friends informal style helps put me more at ease.

Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?

Relaxing poolside. I love doing adventurous things every now and then just to keep things spiced up, but more often than not I work myself up into a ball of stress if I think about impending adventurous-y stuff for too long, so most of the time just hanging out is a better bet for me.

Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?

I’d love to go see the Great Barrier Reef, although I’d probably want to learn to snorkel or scuba first. Uluru looks like it would be awesome to see, too.




***Wonder is the third book in the Spellbound series and is up for preorder September 12th, pre-sale September 26th, and general release October 24th.***



Book Blurb:

To find out the truth and join with his Vampire mate, Blake may have to pay a steep price—his sanity.

It’s not that Blake Hollister doesn’t want to be the mate of the town’s resident hottie Vampire, Adam Harkin. Just the opposite—with everything else in his life going to hell, that’s the one thing Blake wants more than anything. But fate has other ideas. Blake is Dormant, meaning his magical powers never manifested when he came of age, leaving him doomed to be forever connected with magic, but never able to access it. Sex between magical beings and non-magics is risky at first and becomes exponentially more dangerous, and Adam isn’t willing to harm his mate, effectively pausing their relationship until some solution can be found.

At the same time, darker things are manifesting in Kelvin. Secrets buried in the ruins of the town’s old amusement park, Wonderworld, threaten to destroy the fragile peace. And when Blake finally convinces Adam to give sex a shot despite the risk, the destructive effects to his mind that he tries to hide threaten to drive him insane. Blake’s once structured life begins to shatter—days turn into fractured memories of events he can’t be sure really occurred, a broken slideshow of night clubs, theme parks, and torrid sex. Dreams and reality, past and present, betrayal and loyalty are all on a collision course, and at the center stands the mercury-eyed fantasy that Blake is beginning to think he might love—if the long-forgotten truth about Adam’s brutal change from human to Vampire doesn’t turn the entire town against each other first…





Something shuffling in the shadows cast by the trees drew me toward the dark overgrowth off the edge of the street. It was just as likely to be another bird, but the whispered edges of magic at the corners of my vision hooked into my mind and wouldn’t let me ignore the possibility of something more. A shape shifted in the bushes, but I couldn’t make it out in the darkness, so I warily took a step closer.

“Wrong way!”


I spun around to face the voice behind me, pivoting so fast I almost landed flat on my ass again.

Adam grinned at me from the cluster of trees in the middle of the plaza, sitting on one of the lowest branches. When he saw I’d caught sight of him, he rocked back and pushed off the bough as he fell backward, using the momentum to somersault once in the air before landing cleanly on his feet.

“Hey there, hot stuff. I was gonna just come to you, you know?”

My mouth was suddenly so dry I could hardly swallow. The Vampire was moving toward me, closing the gap between us with each of his long strides, and I took a step back by reflex. The massive trees that had enveloped this place left most of it plunged in shadow at all times, the courtyard no exception, but there were patches of sunlight streaming down through the canopy. For a half-second I considered moving into one of them, but that wouldn’t stop the Vamp if he really wanted it—the superior senses of his kind made sunlight painful, but it wasn’t like he was going to burst into dust if it touched him.

You’re the one who went looking for him, you dumbass. Why are you backing away now?

With an unsteady breath, I held my ground, trying to stand straight, look a little more intimidating. That all kind of went out of the window a moment later, though, as a faltering, “U-uh… What?” fell from my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, silently cursing myself for my idiocy.

When I opened them a second later, Adam was suddenly in front of me, his hands coming to rest on my chest and drifting downward. My breath hitched and I grabbed the hands he had now settled on my hips, using the stance to steady myself even as the fiery warmth of his skin sent a chill up my spine. The Vampire smiled incredulously, the beginnings of a furrow forming at his brow.

“Little jumpy?”

I stood perfectly still for seconds that seemed to drag indefinitely, looking into his eyes as though there was some answer to my unspoken questions there. Adam held my gaze easily, letting his own drift just enough to take in the rest of my face before centering again. A subtle tingle worked through my veins the longer I looked at the Vampire’s flawless features, an echo of the sexual abandon I’d let overtake me the night before. Images of groping hands and roaming kisses flickered across my mind’s eye, and my breath started to quicken.

What is wrong with me lately?

I swallowed hard and gritted my teeth to keep from backing up, trapped somewhere between confusion and overdrive need. “Y-you aren’t using your aura.” It was true—the venting swirl of marks that usually surrounded a Vamp when they were trying to lure someone in was nowhere to be found. My eyes drifted closed as my head threatened to spin. “So why do I feel like…like this?”

Adam pressed closer, bringing our bodies together until they touched, one of his hands still on my hip, the other now squeezed between us and running over my crotch. “What do you feel?” His voice was liquid fire, deep and low in a way that made my spine shudder.

I death-gripped his shoulder and thrust against his hand. “Want.” I shivered and started to slowly roll my hips forward. “Need. So bad I can’t think of anything else…” Adam’s hand came up to the side of my face and I leaned into his touch, crushing my lips to his when I felt him come close. Animal energy burned in my heart, and I grabbed Adam’s wrist between us and moved him up until his fingertips were brushing the waist of my jeans. The Vampire pushed down between the sensitive skin at the base of my stomach and the elastic of my boxers, and I arched my back to help him slip into place. My legs threatened to give out as he brushed his fingers over my head and moved deeper.

“I’ve waited so long to find you, al meu…

Adam’s mouth stole across mine again, and I groaned, fighting to stay lucid enough to bring together the shattered pieces of my thoughts. Something about what he’d just said was important, but damn it, his lips felt so soft and warm, and his hand was about to make me paint the inside of my jeans white the fun way…

“So long…”

I brought my hand up to Adam’s chest and pushed hard, using what little mind I had left to break us apart so I could take a breath. The Vampire groaned and tried to come closer again, but I locked my elbow and held him at arm’s length. Surging platinum seas bored into me, but I used the small distance to help my head clear, help me feel like my old self again instead of this sex-hungry…monster Adam kept turning me into.

“What do you mean ‘so long’?” I managed to keep the quiver out of my voice, but the shakes slowly overtaking my body the longer I stayed distant were going to make that impossible soon. The Vampire smirked, running a hand through his wild black hair to push it back.

“I was afraid I might join the century club before I found my al meu.” He started to move closer again, forcing my arm to bend no matter how hard I fought, so I stepped back and dropped my hands to make the gap more impactful. He slowed his approach, the bare traces of confusion flickering across his features. “What’s wrong, Blake?”

I wasn’t sure yet. There were too many things to count. One of those was definitely the fact that he somehow knew my name—and that he’d known I’d had sex, and known the exact moves it took to make me lose it, and that he seemed to have this all figured out while I felt like my head was going to fucking explode. I let my mouth take over, carving a path through my disparate thoughts to voice whatever it thought was most vital.

“Before you found your what? W-what does al meu mean?” The foreign word rolled smoothly off my tongue, not a language I was familiar with, but a phrase that made strange tingles needle in my chest nonetheless.

Adam cocked his eyebrow. “Technically, the word means mine.”

His brow furrowed, as though all of this should have been obvious to me somehow, but to hear my brain tell it, everything was making less than no sense. I licked my lips, rubbing idly at my left arm.

The Vampire stepped forward slowly, carefully, and this time I let him without resistance. He still kept his distance, now looking me over like I was some terrified animal, ready to bolt at any moment. “I was saying I’ve waited so long to find my mate.

I stared at him blankly, the words not quite connecting in my head even as the ache in my chest went supernova.

“I’ve waited so long to find you, Blake.”



 Given the powers of an Incubus,

could you resist the urge to take the one man you’ve always secretly wanted?



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Scarred. Resentful. Alone…
Six years away from Max may have changed Syler too much for him to risk rekindling their relationship.

Book Expo 2014

Originally posted on Australian Romance Readers Association:

Book Expo logoAt the end of August Sydney will be hosting the very first Book Expo Australia. It will be held in Exhibition Hall 5, Sydney Showground on Saturday 30 August andr Sunday 31 August.

ARRA will have a table at the expo–you can find us at stand R23. We invite everyone to come along to meet us–we will be running a raffle on each day and you can win a huge bag of romance books.

For ARRA members–if you flash your membership card you will receive free swag: one of our new bags and also a pen. We will also put your name in the draw to win a year’s extra membership.

Book Expo authorsOur stand will also be hosting some romance authors–come along and meet them and maybe pick up a signed book:

Saturday 30 August

10.30–11.30 — tba
11.30–12.30 — Shannon Curtis
1.30–2.30 — Maggie Nash
2.30–3.30 — Donna Gallagher
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Jorja Lovett – First Floor Cosmetics

Welcome to fellow Totally Bound author Jorja Lovett visiting today with not ONE but TWO new releases to share. It’s great to have you back downunder, Jorja :)

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Thanks for having me here today to promote my little cougar romance, First Floor: Cosmetics, which goes on general release from 15th Aug. This is the second book in The Department Store series.

Jonah Hamilton was a fun character to wrangle onto paper. He’s young and hot, with no responsibilities, and very liberating for both me and Maggie Fenton! His devil-may-care attitude means when he sees something he wants, he goes for it. That includes the glamorous lady on the cosmetics counter at Kelsey’s department store. She’s older, and married, but that doesn’t stop him from chasing her. Maggie’s flattered by the attention but even Jonah doesn’t anticipate her passionate response to his advances…





Take one younger man, add some illicit outdoor sex, and Maggie Fenton is inclined to forget she’s the oldest cosmetics girl at Kelsey’s Department Store.

From the outside, it looks as though Maggie Fenton has it all. The glamorous head of the cosmetics department lives a life of luxury, but money definitely hasn’t bought her happiness. In reality, she’s married to a serial cheat who has made her life a misery for over a decade. With her husband chasing younger women, and her teenage co-workers’ catty comments ringing in her ears, Maggie’s resigned herself to being on the scrap heap. Until Jonah Hamilton puts temptation in her way and reminds her she’s still a red-blooded woman.


Commitment is a four letter word as far as Jonah is concerned. He has no intention of settling down when he has the whole world at his feet. The only reason he takes a summer job at Kelsey’s is to fund his travels. Well, that, and the sexy older woman he can’t help flirting with over the makeup counter. Maggie soon becomes a good friend and someone who shows him how good love can be.


The chemistry between them is undeniable but is a fling enough to satisfy their desires, or is it simply the start of something bigger?







Jonah blinked as Maggie disappeared out of the door faster than an alcoholic to a free bar. Her husband had really done a number on her for her to have such low confidence. Her self-esteem was so fragile, one joke had shattered it to smithereens. He couldn’t let her leave like that, thinking such despicable thoughts about herself. And him.

He left the rest of his pint to give chase. He didn’t know why it mattered so much that someone he hardly knew was upset, but he didn’t want to part with her on bad terms.

I’m such a dick.

He dodged through the crowd, cursing himself. Any other sober, conscious of other people’s feelings dumbass would’ve realized she needed that reassurance her husband couldn’t give her. Instead, he’d laughed, convinced that the funny, warm, gorgeous woman with him would realize how daft she was being. Perhaps he’d been too cautious about letting his true thoughts about her be known.

All he’d done was to confirm her suspicions that she was nothing more than a has-been, when, in his experience, she was the most grounded, deeper than a fish pond, natural goddess he’d met in a long time.

He barged the heavy wooden doors open to see the smokers gathered outside in the last of the evening sun. With no sign of Maggie, he knew he’d blown it. Away from the cloud of smoke clogging his lungs, he scanned up and down Great Victoria Street. Among the student crowd, the young professionals and the theater-goers, he spotted her hot-footing it away, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.


He sprinted after her, not really caring who he knocked out of his path, but apologizing anyway. “Excuse me. Sorry. Move!”

Her steps slowed as she approached the traffic lights, giving him time to cover the distance between them. Before she could put her foot out onto the road, he grabbed her elbow and yanked her back.

“What the hell?” She stiffened, probably ready to batter her assailant with the handbag she was gripping like a deadly weapon. Only when she saw his face did she stop resisting.

With grim determination, he pulled her back the way she had come, not saying a word.

“Jonah? What’s going on? I need to go home.” The tone of her voice varied from loud, outright panic to quiet resignation. It only succeeded in driving him on in his quest.

When they reached the pub again, he dodged down the alleyway at the side. They didn’t need an audience. He pushed Maggie up against the wall, careful not to hurt her, but with enough force to stop her running again. He caged her between his body and the brick building. As she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, Jonah leaned down to catch it and draw it back out. She was soft and pliant, and her gentle scent intoxicated him further.

With a point to prove, he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth to taste her sweetness and claim it for himself. Ordinarily, such an audacious move might’ve deserved a slap or a knee to the balls. Either would’ve been worth it. Instead, she went limp beneath him, submitting immediately.


He stepped back. “That is how you make me feel. How you should be kissed.”

Christ, the way she had responded to it made it a double sin that someone didn’t do that to her frequently.

Maggie stared back at him, her brow furrowed and her kiss-swollen lips parted and waiting. Beer or no beer, a certain part of his anatomy sat up to say hello.

Both he and Maggie stared silently at one another. Deep down Jonah knew he should be the one to walk away this time. He’d made his point. She was attractive and he fancied her. She could file that away for future reference the next time her husband went MIA. Jonah lingered on her moist lips a while longer.

“Do it again,” he could have sworn she said.


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My erotic, Egyptian fantasy, Pyramid of Passion, will also be available for early download at Totally Bound.


Rosie Carter can’t decide—should she act on her feelings for her real-life co-worker or lose herself in the fantasy of her Ancient Egyptian lover?

Rosie Carter’s cleaning job at the museum is far from boring. She starts her night shift by finding the security guard, Nick, screwing a redhead in the office. Running from her attraction to him, she distracts herself with the newly acquired Ancient Egyptian exhibit.

The Gold of Valor catches her eye—a pendant bestowed on the Pharaoh’s soldier, Edifu. Its mystical powers transport her into the bedroom of the man himself, who thinks she’s a gift from the gods and worships her with his mouth, his tongue…

When Rosie wakes up back home she thinks it’s all been an incredibly erotic dream. Until it happens again. She rediscovers the joy of sex and a newfound confidence with her hunky warrior, but she’s caught between her fantasy life and reality. When co-worker Nick starts to show his true feelings toward her, Rosie has to decide what it is she really wants.


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Cover Reveal: A Fruitful Intimacy gets a Makeover for the Sexy Snax Line @Totally_Bound

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I’m very pleased to announce that my novella A Fruitful Intimacy has been given a facelift, tummy tuck and a new home at Totally Bound Publishing.

Originally included in an anthology that is no longer available. I was thrilled when Totally Bound offered to publish my contemporary erotic romance in their Sexy Snax line, with a beautiful new cover and a little extra in the storyline. How good is the name Sexy Snax for a novella or short stories…I love it!
And readers know that when they purchase from this line at Totally Bound Publishing that’s exactly what they are getting – a quick and tasty little erotic story. I like to think of these books as a good way to cleanse that reading palate between full length novels ;)


afruitfulintimacy_800The fire and passion of their love has slowly ebbed away through years of neglect. Can a second honeymoon re-ignite that spark?

There was no physical contact in their marriage for so long that when Ben first hatches his plan to take Beth away for the weekend it really is all about the sex and providing an environment where there are no distractions, and no excuse for her to refuse his advances again. But while Ben is making all the arrangements it suddenly becomes clear to him that there’s something more important at stake—his marriage, to the woman of his dreams, is actually in trouble.

Beth believed that motherhood would come easy, that building a perfect world around her three sons and husband would be achievable. But reality has proven her wrong. The more she tried the bigger her failures shattered her confidence. Where she planned to shower her family with home baked cookies, smiles and unconditional love—she struggles just getting the evening meal on the table. By the end of the day she’s so exhausted that she can’t even fulfil her marital obligations. Once upon a time making love to Ben was just as necessary as breathing, before her body was ravaged by the demands of pregnancy and childbirth. They’ve grown so far apart that Beth’s convinced Ben’s having an affair.

Can a second honeymoon really help Beth and Ben bridge that growing divide between them and bring back the fire and passion that has slowly, through years of neglect, ebbed away? And will this give the couple a much needed chance to work together for a happier future? Or is it too late?


Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released by another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.


Release Dates -
Pre-order: 31st October 2014
Early download: 14th November 2014
General release: 12th December 2014



Here is an excerpt and I’m just wondering…how many of you can relate to how Beth is feeling?


What about the warm dishwater had Beth reminiscing about her honeymoon? There was nothing romantic about doing the dishes. After ten years of marriage and bringing three kids into the world, she had cleaned up more times than she could count. Could just the feel of the warm water on her skin be enough to bring about those memories of better times? Swimming, relaxing, or making love were their only concerns back on that romantic, idyllic island. Whatever the reason remembering how things used to be, did nothing to improve her mood. Those days, when romance and sex had been a wonderful feature of her marriage to Ben, were long gone.

Once upon a time they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Ben had taught Beth all there was to know about sex. Sensual, needy, hot and heavy, together they had explored most of the positions listed in the Kama Sutra. Marking them off one by one as they groped, stroked, licked or sucked over every inch of each other’s naked flesh. These days she was lucky to get a kiss on the cheek as Ben raced out the door on his way to work. More disturbingly, Beth found this new development a relief.

Not that she could blame Ben for his lack of motivation. Beth didn’t need to look in the mirror to confirm she had let herself go. Those bikini-wearing days, like back on her honeymoon, were a long way in the past. Her once flat tummy, now flabby, covered in stretch marks. Her hair, her pride and joy back in the day, treated with regular hair dressing appointments and top priced conditioning treatments now lucky to get a quick brush before being drawn back into a ponytail. A top and shorts or sweatpants, paired with a floppy jumper, her choice of clothing these days, depending on the weather. She had little time to do much more, always something else needing her attention more urgently.

Ben, on the contrary, looked just as good as he did when Beth first met him eleven years ago. In fact, he looked even better in her opinion. He had filled out over the years, but where her body had turned to flab, Ben had muscled up. The laugh lines now gracing his face highlighted his sea-blue coloured eyes, while her wrinkles just illuminated the dark circles underneath hers.

Enough with the maudlin thoughts Beth, she chastised herself as she slapped the last dish into the rack. Pulling the plug from the sink, she watched the water swirl around the drain hole, listening to the gurgling sound it made disappearing from her sight.

Bit like the passion in my marriage. Once a powerful, whirlpool of emotion, now ebbed away to just a trickle of water going down the drain of life, the momentum almost at a standstill…Look at me, such a poet when it comes to describing my happy life. She sighed sadly to herself before stepping away from the sink and drying her hands on the dishtowel

“Well time to wash the clothes, make the beds. Clean the bathrooms. Yes, just another exciting day in the life of Beth Russell.” Her voice echoed back at her, bouncing around the empty room, as she went about her daily ritual. She knew she had no time to spare grumbling because before she knew it the day would be over and the time to collect her children from school would arrive. Trying to achieve anything with her beautiful but rambunctious boys around would be pointless.